“What if it’s a job I take pleasure in doing?” It came out as a soft purr against his hair, and a shudder soon followed along his spine as he felt Nergui’s lips against his skin. His eyes flitted about lazily, eagerly anticipating another of his touches, but it never came. Finally, he opted on taking matters into his own hands, and let his fingers graze up along the line of his jaw, grazing the sharp contour of his ears.
His eyes did, however, manage to witness the last of Nergui’s clothes slip off his frame, rendering him bare and naked to his eyes, and only his—at least, for that moment. He could feel his own heart racing madly, hungrily. He wasn’t sure he could take the mer’s teasing for much longer, and thankfuly it only took a bit of shrugging on his part for his own clothes to slip off and pool at his elbows.
“No, I /can’t/ wait.” He licked his parched lips, pausing. “It’d be cruel, if not a little rude to keep me waiting, hm?” His voice was shaky now, and hardly lacked the composure he’d struggled to keep the entire time.
“If not for business, then for play, then.”
“Are you sure you’re a Kyne priest, and not partly Dibellan?” Nergui joked, pulling away and moving his hands to the priest’s chest, digging the tips in slightly and dragging slightly downwards. He was having some fun goading the priest, and if anything the tone that entered the other man’s voice was almost divine.
Though he masked his slight discomfort at Anders touching near his ears. He wasn’t a big fan of that, ever since a particularly drunk meal he had once tore a gash in it upon realizing he was dealing with a vampire. Hopefully that scar had faded into oblivion by now.
“Poor, poor Anders,” Nergui sang, his voice light and teasing, a small smirk on his face through slitted eyes, “Died from expectation.”
Nergui laughed, dipping down to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling his hands up to fluff his hair briefly before placing them, crossed, on his lap, a mischievous grin on his lips.
“Why would I crave any more of it when you’re luxury enough for me? And why would they deign to think such a thing? Is it because you’re so fatallyattractive?” The priest covered his mouth in faux surprise.
“Oh, forgive me. Perhaps I was a tad bit too honest.” A wink nonetheless made its way on his face. “But I mean every word I say.” He nonetheless approached him, his finger gently tracing the line of his collarbone.
The skin was cold.
Funny, that, but part of him knew what he was getting into.
“Do you want me to wait for the feather comforters, or shall we get to business?”
Nergui smirked to himself for a brief second before turning around to face Anders. He just loved being called pretty or the like. Little flaw of his, a rather fatal one. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help but smirk narcissistically when he heard words praising him.
“Business? Come now, don’t make it seem like a job.” he chuckled, pressing his lips to the side of Anders’ neck, “And those feather comforters can wait, not you.”
Of course, he only teased with his lips- his fingers would be the only part of him to break skin. His fangs would leave marks and be a rather nasty surprise. One of his hands curled around to play lightly with the priest’s hair and the back of his neck.
“Though your words, honest as they may be, carry some value.” And with that, Nergui used his free hand to drop the last part of his robes to the floor, his grin widening.
The priest only smirked back, following Nergui about the room with his eyes.
“Feathers and furs?” he echoed, cocking a brow. “I’m little more than a humble priest of Kyne, but I would never be so rude as to reject a kind offer from a patron of the temple.” And with that, Anders let the sash fall to his feet, letting his robes slowly follow suit.
“If someone like yourself would be kind enough as to grant a simple man like myself some better bedding for my tired flesh and bone, I’d be overwhelmed with gratitude.” His grin widened, and he let his hands fall to his sides, letting Nergui drink in whatever view he could gather from his end of the room.
“I’d even let him share.”
Nergui rested his arm against the frame of the bed, looking around the room. The priest did do some work on his personal quarters, and it didn’t really smell all that musty and dusty. His eyes darted back to Anders, a slight smirk tugging at his lips when he did.
“Humble? Please, all people crave luxury. But it could be arranged, though what would people think if I came to sleep in your bed at the night? They might think I have something quite fatal.” The vampire chuckled lowly, his lip pulling up in a wide smirk.
Her eyes darkened at his words and she couldn’t pretend to be brainwashed as the others. His boot ended up between her ribs and she did not like it. Lilu grabbed his leg and twisted it - a human’s bone would break but it would only annoy a vampire. She shot up and jumped for the door but she tripped in her own leg.
“Shit…” The woman hissed as she looked back above her shoulder. She grabbed the first thing which got under her fingers - a broken bone, sharp at the end of it - and waited. Surely she wanted to avoid getting in a fight with any of them, but if that was what she had to do… she’d try. “Don’t come closer…” She warned quietly however something told her the vampire would only laugh at her. His undoing. She remembered her trainings still. She was an assassin for more than a decade; it’d be hard to forget.
Did the thrall just try to attack him? Anger flashed through his eyes as he quickly pulled foot away, briefly thankful that being a vampire came with some perks.
Pure, undeniable rage flashed in his eyes as his whole face scrunched to a deep-set snarl. His stance also changed, from being tall and comfortable to crouching and ready to dart, his hands raised and sparking with the beginnings of a spell.
He spat a laugh at her makeshift weapon. Oh he wouldn’t come closer. Not at all. Magic wasn’t physical. It was rather ranged. Before he could finish the noise in his throat, he set off two firebolts from his hands, aiming for the area in front of him. His mind raced to ready other spells, just in case the thrall was actually more mobile than he though.
And without a second thought, he lit the ground aflame, not really caring if she was going to lunge at him or not.
“I’m a priest, not a Jarl.” Anders scoffed. “Fur and straw will have to do, you know.” At Nergui’s next remark, he merely shrugged.
“I want to think you’ll like it,” he remarked, stepping closer. “Maybe I’ll feel things out and try a little of everything. You’re bound to like at least one.” The priest shot Nergui a brief smirk as he rolled up his sleeves, and once the mer’s top was on the floor, he couldn’t help but grin even wider.
“I agree, it really is quite warm today.” And with that, the priest let his hands linger on his robes, before tugging gently at the sash on his waist.
“You don’t mind if I follow suit, do you?”
“Well, hot day, warm night, is that what they say?” Nergui smirked, crossing his arms, tilting his head slightly.
“Though feathers and furs could be easily arranged. I do have some connections, but sadly I don’t have the place for such luxury.” Nergui played with his beard, “Quite a predicament. Money but no way to spend it…”
There was a slight tone in his voice. An implying tone. His grin only spread with it. The fact he now could look at Anders any way he wanted didn’t help him, either.
She arched a brow, crossing her arms.
“Aye, an earring my boot. I ‘ave been in here all day and I ain’t ever seen you before.”
“You must have quite an eye then, to see every single man, woman, and child that walks in here. Especially when I was trying to get… something to a friend. Something rather personal.” Nergui’s pause served as a hesitation, and he was quite happy it worked out that way. Now for such a incriminating little gift… he had a few ideas to lie about.
Anders snorted. “Pity. Then perhaps you won’t like what I plan to stick in you. Or vice versa.”
He reached over to promptly shut the door behind Nergui, and as he did so, the tension in his shoulders seemed to dissipate. They were behind closed doors now—and he’d make sure to lock the door. Judging from the sound of this one, he’d have to bunch up some cloth under the door in case anyone heard the noise. This elf didn’t strike him as the docile type.
His mention of blood may as well have confirmed it.
“We can always rip off the sheets,” the priest remarked, turning to look at him. That, or throw them away once this was all over; he never kept his sheets if things didn’t wash out well. “Or do you like being pampered? It’s all straw and fur under that.”
“I could burn them,” Nergui smirked. So he didn’t shy away from the mention of blood. he had an excuse now. Time to flip his mood. “But fire can be used in so many other, more pleasant manners.”
“Straw and fur? Not the best I’ve seen, but it’ll make due.” he scoffed, “Though depending on where you stick the object of your desires, my reaction changes. Applies with what kind of object it is.”
He stepped further in, stretching his arms out in front of him. “Though it is a bit warm in here, am I right?” Nergui said, looking over his shoulder and taking the top part of his robes off, folding and dropping them on the floor.
Darius jumped back at the sight of fangs, and he awkwardly swung his sword, but he just ended up pulling his wrist, “damn it,” he cursed, rubbed the wrist, “I’ll have to slay you some other time”
Nergui easily dodged the swing, managing to drop his spells, making the ground beneath him explode with fire magic. Hissing though his teeth, he made his escape, weaving and burning his way through hands and weapons.
He’s remember that face. Because he wanted to see it scream in pain.
“Oi, what’re you doing skulking about Castle Dour in the middle of the night?” the Quaestor said, exhaustion coloring her voice.
Nergui quickly stood, taking advantage of the fact the woman was half asleep. “I’m looking for an earring.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Lost it when I was here in the morning.”
Earring his ass. He just wanted a meal and some gems.
She woke up to the noise. The cages were filled up with people; when Lilu first came here, she didn’t understand what their purpose was. Then it became clear. The marks of their fangs in her throat and wrists burned. She remembered what most of them here didnt; what she was, her name, what did she do before she got in this forsaken castle.
Most of the men didn’t react to anything. They didn’t reply just moaned like zombies, they didn’t really speak. Something made them lost their mind, perhaps the bloodloss or something else which the vampires did to them. She moved, slowly, silently into the corner and prayed to Sithis; whatever that vampire wanted to do to them, she didn’t want to suffer it. In fact, she was trying to get out for some time now. It was quite hard thing to do since there were so many vampires in this damned place and some of them almost never went to sleep. Not even at daylight. Daylight… this was something which Lilu almost forgot…
If all else fails she could perform the Black Sacrament somehow… and hope her Family has a Listener and the Night Mother… oh how beautiful it would be.
Oh how he hated how every single thrall was just like a beast. No fun in it at all! In fact, he kind of felt guilty when he killed them sometimes. The new ones sometimes had bite still in them, but that was rare at best.
Though in the corner of his eyes, he could see one thrall doing something. He turned, stopping his inspection down the halls. Funny, the thralls never looked like they were praying in the corners. He walked over, pushing a thrall away with his foot, snorting at the pained groan it made.
“What’s this?” he said, raising an eyebrow and crossing his hands, giving the thrall in question- Lilu- a tap in the ribs with his foot. “Praying to be another meal? I’m sure there’s a few vampires who’d happily arrange that.”
He chuckled. Perhaps this one had a little spunk left. The Thrallmaster was very meticulous, and to see one that still retained some life made him grin wickledly.
Darius opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t find any flaws in Negui’s logic, so slapped the mage and shouted, “this half breed is a criminal!”
Nergui quickly rose, seething and holding the side of his jaw. Momentarily, his anger got the best of him and he snarled, exposing his fangs animalistically.
In an instant, he knew his jig was up, and placed a flame cloak down, charging two firebolts in his hands, ready to fight his way out if need be.
Nergui had been right in assuming that Darius had been spoiling for a fight, and preferably an easy one, “you are obviously a criminal then, since you didn’t report the thief”
“Not my problem until they go into my pockets. Though, why didn’t you stop him? Before you point fingers, perhaps you should point them at the innkeep. They let the thief in. And the patrons. They let themselves be robbed.”
Nergui sighed, curling his finger slightly. If there was to be a fight, he might as well charge his spells and wards.